EroticReverie

Faith Mary Francis..Eighteen Years Old

 My name is meant to be holy, meant to be a resprentation of the daughter my parents wished and raised me to be. They could not have made me sound aymore pure, innocent, or holy if they had tried. Tried they had, still not knowing that they've failed. Not knowing that the daughter they raised to save herself for marriage, and devote herself to god, had failed them. 

I'd pray to the father to forgive me, but he's the one inside of me.

My hand slaps against the dark wood of the confessional booth , the wooden bench creaking as Father John grabs my ass as I ride his dick hard and fast. 

"oh fuck, oh fuck" I buck my hips, my clit pressing against him as I grind on his dick, my pussy clenching, and he groans quietly, grunting as his hands slip up my plaid skirt  further and grip my waist as I throw my head back. My white polo shirt , on the floor of the booth as my breasts bounce in the white lace bra that I'm still wearing. 

"Shhhh" he whispers as I go faster, bucking on his lap, dropping a hells ticket worth of f-bombs as I fuck the priest in the church I've grown up in.

Father John Mattiahias, is forty three, six foot three, salt and peper hair, clean shave face, with a body sculpted by the Lord him fucking self. A body that I've known intimately since I was sixteen. 

"yes, yes" I nearly cry as I cum on his perfect fucking cock, his dick feeding me his sin as his cum pours inside of me, blessing my fucking walls with his damning release. 

My hand slips down the wall, squeaking against the wood as I breathe loudly, panting, my pussy still pulsing around his cock. As his cock throbs and he grunts the last of his release , I grab his face and kiss him. My tongue in his mouth, his hands grabbing my ass against as I rock on his dick, making him groan. 

"Faith" he groans my name quietly.

"yeah" I moan, rocking in his lap. 

"Faith" he groans as I keep going.

"Keep fucking me, I know you want to" I moan and bite his lip. 

"I need to.." he groans "i need to go Faith" he says and I moan, kissing his mouth and down his neck.

"You need to fuck me Father" I purr against his neck. "It's been too long since our last confession" I whisper and lick up his neck.

"I've been a bad, bad girl Father..I need your holy fucking cum to cleanse my pussy of it's sins" I whisper in his ear and he groans, cursing as his head goes back.

I smirk as I slap both hands to opposite sides of the booth.

"Uh huh, give it to me" I whisper. "Give it to me Father" 

"yes, fuck me" I moan as he grabs my waist and starts to thrust up into me, groaning as he takes me for another round.

"say it" he groans with his head leaned back against the wood , his eyes shut and I look at him, watching him, sitting there, eyes closed, his face wincing as he tries to fucking ignore the fact that he's a fucking pervert and a fraud. 

"Hail mary" I moan. "Full of Grace" 

He groans and fucks me harder. I pant, the bench squeaking louder as I bite my lip.

"Keep...going" he groans. 

"The Lord..is with thee" I moan, clenching my walls around his cock and he groans loudly and I grin, licking my lips, and keep reciting the prayer.

"Blessed art thou....among women" I pant and move my hands from the wall, and grab the back of his neck, my hands sliding to his face as I bounce on his cock. His head tilting back towards me. 

"and blessed...." I say, kissing him and he groans. 

"Is the fruit of thy womb" I moan on his mouth , knowing that's his favorite fucking part, his cum spilling into me again and I kiss him hard, fucking him for every drop of it, riding him till he hisses and grabs my waist hard, and tries to still me. I stop, as his body jerks slightly and he grounds.

"fuck" he exhales, his head knocking back against the wood and I smile to myself.

"See you at service Father" I say , kissing his neck as I slip myself up slowly and he groans, his hands sliding from my hips to my legs, and then out from under my skirt as I stand up, leaving his cock going limp in his lap and he watches me as I squat down in the small enclosed booth and pick up my white polo shirt.

I pull it on, tucking it into my skirt and he starts to right himself while still sitting and I smirk at him as I flip my hair out of the back of my shirt. 

"thank you for your forgiveness father" I say, bending over,and  he smiles.

"you're welcome my child" he says and I smirk against his lips and kiss him once more.

Then I slip out of his booth, and into the empty church, with his sin and mine, both dripping down my thighs.